DAY TWENTY-ONE
Jimmy was off again today. Don't like when he's off. No fun and the fuck that replaces him annoys the hell out of me. He'll be one of the first to die. Got some more reading material now. Maps of the surrounding systems. Need to know where to go when I get the fuck out of here.
Not Tangiers, got their own prison, no thank you, I'll stay away from Tangiers system and their uncharted planets. Avalon sounds nice, might need to check it out. I find it hard not to laugh at how stupid these people are. They have no idea how smart I am. I almost feel sorry for the fucks. Almost.
They are giving me a free pass to the universe. First, they give me blueprints of the triple max slams, then star maps? It's like the want me to escape. They test me, profile me but the don't have a dogs dick of an idea who I am.
They think I'm insane, well maybe I am. But I'm lucid enough to know who the real enemy is. I'm smart enough not to get sloppy. Sure I'm in here but that's cause that pesky little voice in the back of my head made me question myself.
I can still hear it, calling me. Hear her calling me. "Riddick" The fears in her voice, the pleading. She wants me to save her. She wants me to be more human.
The warrior woman say's I'm not human. That I'm Furyan, whatever that means. Like I'd give a fuck about people that died years ago on a planet I've never heard about. But the girls voice haunts me, begs me to do the right thing. Becomes my weakness. My downfall.
Fuck. It's always a woman that brings a man to his knees. I may bow before no man but like everyone else with a dick, I'll get cut off at the knees from woman and the sweet scent of her pussy.
Maybe I should just kill the girl when I get the chance and save myself.
DAY TWENTY-TWO
I woke up this morning and groaned. My cock's so hard I can barely walk. All I can think about is fuckin' the shrink. Sliding in that wet, hot pussy of hers and tasting her blood on my tongue.
I jack off and finish seconds before Jimmy opened the door to my cell. It didn't help. I'm still so hard it hurts. Jimmy can smell the slight bleachy scent of my cum and moans low. He wants some. Don't worry Jimmy-boy. You'll get another go if you're a good boy.
He cuffs me, for show. We both know it. Before he leads me out of my cell, he leans in and sniffs my neck and runs his hand over my rigid length. I press into his palm as he presses into my ass with his hard cock. I know what he wants. He wants to fuck me.
"A blade, launch sequence and dock number." I tell him simply. That's the going rate right now for my ass. I'm not above selling myself if need be. I'll be a whore. It won't be the first time and I'm sure not the last.
When you're broke and got nothing, you still got your body and mine's in prime shape.
I feel Jimmy nod against my neck and know he agrees to the terms. Just one step closer. A few more days, then freedom.
He stays close as he leads me to the shrink's office.
"Don't hurt her," he hisses before he unclasps my cuffs and closed the door firmly behind him.
I turn and pin her with my gaze. "We doing this with or without the cameras?"
"Without," she whispers.
"Audio?"
"None."
"Good,"
She's smart, this one. Fake a surveillance problem. No evidence to what's about to happen in here but, she's taking a big risk. I could kill her and she'd have no way of getting help. I could even make it look like an accident.
Jimmy left the restrains on her desk. I could kill her, sit down and chain myself up. Make it look like I had nothing to do with it. But I won't. Don't want to run the risk of ruining my plans now. Not when I'm so close to getting out of the hole.
I take a deep breath and I can smell her. She's ready for me. I take a step toward her and she backs up against the desk. That's fine with me. I can fuck her right there. Right on her ink blotter and leave our combined sent for her to fantasize over later.
She's got a skirt on again. Fuck she's got a nice ass and a fine pussy. You'd think all pussy was the same, but it's not. Some's better than others. Usually the less abused ones are sweeter but some are cold and conniving. It's like fucking a piece of ice. I don't like fucking a cold cunt.
I like mine hot and wet and this one's just about perfect.
She backs against the desk and blinks at me, wondering if I'm really gonna do it. Oh yeah, baby... you bet that fine piece of ass I will. I'd do that too, if I had the time.
I lift her skit up and unbutton her shit. I grab her hips and place her ass on the desk. Perfect height.
"Take it out," I demanded and waited as she complied.
She gasped at my size and I can't keep the smirk from my face. I'm big and I know it. There's a slight mix of fear now, I can smell it but I'm not stopping unless she asks me too.
I paused for a second, giving her the chance. I ain't no rapist. She angles her hips my way and I slam into her in one hard thrust. Fuck she's tight. I let out a small grunt as she bites her lip to keep from screaming.
She's drawn blood and I can feel myself slipping as the beast takes over. Blood and sex together makes him almost uncontrollable.
I set a blistering rhythm and watch as her mouth falls open to form a perfect O. I bend my head and lick the crimson spot and feel my orgasm rasing quickly.
Her sweet pussy clenches around me and I let go and fuck her till I'm spent and sated. I pull back, tuck myself in and sit down in the chair as she cleans up and gets her skirt down and shirt buttoned a mere minute before Jimmy unlocks the door.
He must know how long it takes me cause, I'm done with her and ready to go back to my cell. Back to the darkness.
DAY TWENTY-THREE
Six more days and I'm out of here. Nothing much left to do now but wait for Jimmy to come through and my time in the hole to come to an end.
Time to strengthen myself. Work out as much as I can. To the point of exhaustion for the next few days. Well as much as I can, locked up in this cell like an animal. Nothin' good to eat but shit flavored, cum looking cellulose. It's not enough but nothin' I can do about it now.
Jimmy slips me some grub from time to time. Not much, an apple from his lunch. A chunk of cheese but it's enough. It's nice of him and it could get him in a lot of shit. Jimmy's a good guy and I hope he doesn't get too much heat from me takin' off on his watch.
Again, nothin' I can do about that, 'cept let him live. 'course, killin' him might be more just. Less shame in dying by a blade than being humiliated and locked up for aiding and abating. Guess I'll leave the choice up to him.
DAY TWENTY-FOUR
She's dead. I felt it. Watched it happen. My fault. She did it to save me. Why? Always with me? What does that mean? Thought it was Jack but I called her Kyra.
I don't understand why I care? I've never cared before but I can feel the pain of her death. It's a weight on my shoulders, a tightness in my chest. Never felt this before. Don't like it. It pisses me off. Pisses me off she'd dead. Enrages me I care. This whole fucked up vision thing is testing my patience and if that warrior bitch comes back, I'm gonna tell her so.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you!
Leave me in peace.
Nothing makes sense anymore. Just want to go back to being a normal, run of the mill killer. Now I got shinned eyes and dreams and my own personal guide. Fuck this. I just want the fuck out of his hole. Off this rock.
I just want away from everyone. Everything.
I'm so hungry. So fuckin' hungry. Just once in my life, I'd like to know what it feels like to be full. Really full. 'Member hearing 'bout an old Terrain holiday called Thanksgiving. People would eat 'till they got sick. Turkey, potatoes... pie.
Don't remember the last time I had something other than slam food or freeze dried shit and I've never seen that much food at once. When I'm not in slam, I don't got the money for fancy food. Eat what I can, when I can. Stuff with the most protein and that I can shovel in quick.
Even before, when I was livin' on the streets, never had no money. Never had someone cook for me. Just for me. Everything was done for the masses. Chow lines. Cheap, almost spoiled food for the poor and unloved. That's me alright. Poor.
Wonder what pumpkin pie tastes like...
Need new boots. Not sure where I'm gonna get the creds for those. Fuckers cost a fortune but I can't go without them. Always need good boots. Gonna have to find a way. Maybe one of the fucks I kill will have a pair that fits. Need them to fit or they're useless. Worn out boots are better than ones that give you blisters. Blisters could kill you. Infection. Pain. Makes you unable to run. Need to be able to run to get away.
Too bad what they say about a big cock applies to big boots too. Not may people tread around in size 13.
DAY TWENTY-FIVE
Slam boss visited today. Wanted to know where I got the goggles. Didn't know goggles were illegal in slam now. Fucker. Just wanted to rattle my cage. Get me to lash out so they could keep me here longer. Don't want me back in gen. pop.
I ain't stupid. They don't seem to get that. Told them my bitch sent them to me. They know I'm lying. You don't get mail in the hole.
Fucker won't take that as answer. They ask me who's helping me. The shrink? Again, I ain't talking. They'll never get it out of me and by the look in Jimmy's face, he ain't talkin' either. Stone faced. Maybe he'll do ok if I let him live. He keeps his cool. I can respect that.
The boss was smart about one thing, he didn't try to take them from me. That wouldn't have worked. Not at all.
Don't need a blade to kill. He knows that. Knows I won't hesitate to fuck him up if he tries to touch me. Take what's mine. Not many possessions in slam so everything is valued. Everything. Don't matter if it's a spare set of socks. You fight to keep what you got. It's the only way to defend your own.
He warned me. Reminded me I'm a piece of shit. Useless waste of life and that the universe would've been better if I hadn't been born. Can't argue that.
Only you can kill the Lord Marshal and stop the Necromongers...
The words whisper in my head and I grin.
"God is your saviour, right?" I ask him smoothly.
The slam boss stopped and sneered at me. "What do you know of God?"
With a shrug, I tell him, "Sometimes God needs a bit of help with the humans."
"You tellin me you're working for the Lord?"
"Nope. I'm telling you that maybe he's not the only saviour there is. Maybe... just maybe I'll be the one to save mankind."
He threw back his head and roared with laughter. "You're insane, you know that?"
Maybe? Maybe I am. But they made me that way...
DAY TWENTY-SIX
You're insane, you know that?
Yeah, I know. It's the only way to explain what's been happenin' to me. All these years they told me was crazy. Never believed them, 'til now. Course, being crazy don't explain my eyes. Nothin' explains how I got a shine job in solitary. Nothing.
They're gonna figure it out too. Mark it down on the list of distinguishing features they got on me. Every time I get sent to slam, one of the first places they take me to the med bay to strip so they can draw all my new scars and makings. Put me on show. Poke me with needles. Try to figure out how I tick.
Still can't believe I've avoided getting a bar code tat yet. Sure they can tag you under the skin, but that doesn't leave the nice brand on the flesh that warns the civilized foke that your a bad seed. I've managed to cut the two out they gave me. Probably figure I'd cut the tat off too, and I would. Fuck that.
Rather have a scar than a fuckin' bar code. I'm not a fuckin' piece of meat, though they like to see me that way. Stupid fucks.
What I love the most is how my scars heal. Usually only a small mark remains where most would have a huge, ugly red disfigurement. Not me. It keeps them guessing. Keeps 'em on their toes.
They look at my old charts and they're always changin'. They were never 100 sure it was me... now I got the shine. They'll know. No way to hide that. Shit better come in handy, is all I got to say.
I heal quick too, faster than they realize. It's fun fuckin' with them, though. Keep them thinkin' I'm too hurt, too weak to kill them. Took quite a few fucks out that way.
Just playing my favorite game. Who's the better killer.
I always win.
Got three days and a wake up before I get to play again. I'm actually getting hard thinkin' 'bout it...
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN
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Woke up and my cock was so hard I could hardly move. Damn dreams or premonitions or whatever the fuck they are. It's true I usually only fuck men when it suits my cause. Sometimes I fuck for food. Sometimes I fuck for fun... but this time... I fucked for my freedom.
Johns had me tied to a chair and he was higher than a kite. We'd been dancin' 'round each other for months and he finally caught me.
He had me cuffed to a chair with some cheep-ass cuffs. It's like he wanted me to get away. 'couse, it seems like I wanted him to catch me. Can't figure that one out yet.
So Johns comes at me, high and horny. I tell 'im I'll fuck him if he cuts me loose. It's what he wants. He can't deny it. I can smell it all over him. Can see his cock hard and ready in his pants so I decided to play. Why not?
Mercs usually aren't my style, no matter how pretty they are, but those blue eyes get me every time. Too bad I can see 'em right anymore.
I make Johns blow me before he crawls on the bed and I fuck him. It's his first time too. Hummm, my own little virgin merc. Fuckin' hot.
After I'm done, he's too stunned and spent to move or come after me. Just walk out the door and get a nice little head start before his mind clears and the rage sets in for him.
He's gonna be extra pissed when he realized what he did. When he understands the full implications of what letting me fuck him are. Changes the game. New set of rules. His downward spiral just picked up speed.
He'll crave me fuckin' him now. Do anything to deny it, to hide it while still actively search me out for it again. It'll eat at his sanity. Rock the foundation of his own, personal fucked up moral code and it'll be his downfall.
Johns just sealed his fate and placed his life in my hands...
Beautiful.
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT
Last day with the shrink and I feel oddly sated. I don't really have the urge to fuck her but I will if she wants.
Jimmy still un-cuffs me and I just sit down. Cool and casual like. She looks at me, unsure.
She's got pants on today. I can't help but chuckle at that. Guess she got more than she bargained for the other day. Wonder if she's sore?
"So, Mr. Riddick," she begins.
It's gonna be like that is it? Ok, I can play...
"Dr. Atkinson,"
With a fake smile, she inclines her chin. "Do you want to talk about your journal?"
"Not really," I tell her.
"Did you bring it with you?" She asks.
"No."
Dr. Atkinson let out a deep sigh and sat back in her chair. Her eyes travel over me and this time it isn't sexual. It's clinical. Back to being her patient. She got the fuck of her life and now she wants to pretend.
Bitch.
"Before we begin, I want you to know that this session is being recorded with both video and audio."
Wonder if that was a warning to me of some kind? Maybe she isn't being a bitch on purpose. I smirk at her and nod.
Fuck it, time to give them a show.
"You got a pencil and paper?"
"Are you going to write a detailed confession to all of your crimes, Mr. Riddick?"
"No. I'm gonna draw you a picture, Doc, of something that's scarier than me. Then you can give it to the fucks that run this place for them to ignore."
I take my time. Draw it perfect. Write a brief description about them being phobic of light. It's all there.
The shrink picks up the paper and giggles.
"Please, Riddick. Do you expect us to believe there's something out there like this?" She asked, holding up the drawing.
With a grin, I shake my head. "No, I expect you to keep on bein' blind and not believin' a word I say. I'm sure that little drawing there will go in my file, along with everything I say. It'll be added to the reasons and ways I'm insane."
"You are insane, Mr. Riddick. A sociopath to be exact."
I just grunt. I've heard the word before. All the head-fuck doctors throw it at me. Who knows. Maybe I am, but I know one thing they don't.
Those fuckin' hammerheads are real.
Times up and Jimmy comes to get me. I stand and he cuffs me.
I look back at the shrink and smirk. "Goodbye, Dr. Atkinson."
She blinks, "We'll see each other again, Riddick. No reason for goodbye."
I chuckle and wait to I'm one step out the door before I speak again, "You've got one of the sweetest pussy's I've ever tasted."
Jimmy shoves my shoulder hard and I let out a roar of laughter. Ol Jimmy boy seems jealous.
Sorry, Doc, our time here is done.
One day and a wake up and I'm gone.
DAY TWENTY-NINE
Here comes Jimmy. Time for my shower. I can smell him already. He's excited. Horny. Ready. You'll get to play Jimmy if you got my shit. The door opens and Jimmy smirks slightly. Other guards leave him alone. I haven't caused no problems and with me getting out tomorrow, they don't think I will. Not when I'm this close.
Ah, if they only knew.
Jimmy seems a bit hurt. Wonder if it was the comment I made to the shrink? Maybe it's me getting outa here tomorrow, never to be seen again. Don't know and frankly, I don't give a fuck.
His fault if he got attached. What did he expect? I'm a convict stuck in the hole. Needed to pass the time somehow.
He's been loyal though. That I won't forget.
Once we're in the shower area, he hands me a razor and I raise a brow at him.
"Don't want anyone to forget who there fuckin' with." Jimmy says with a smile. "You're scarier bald."
"Thanks!" I grunt. Thanks for the comment and the razor. My fuckin' face and heads so itchy I'm ready to scream.
Seems we got extra time today. Not sure how he swung it but he's in no hurry to get me back to my cell. I'm in no hurry either.
I'm saved and clean and I feel more like myself that I have in about 29 days.
With a sigh, I turn, naked, and face him.
"You get what I need?" I ask him quietly.
"Yeah, I got it." Jimmy licks his lips and looks over my naked body. "You got the payment ready?"
With a smirk, I turn and put my hands on the wall and spread my legs.
I hear Jimmy curse and then he's naked and hard behind me. His hand grips my cock roughly. I growl at him and he eases the pressure a bit.
Warm lube runs down the crack of my ass and I dip my head and take a few deep breaths tryin' to relax to get it over with faster.
Bein' fucked isn't my favorite thing but I do it when necessary. Right now, it's payment. Pimpin' myself like a whore but I'm cool with it. If it gets me out of this shithole, I'm all for it.
Jimmy's trying to be gentle but he's excited and ready to pop already. He adds the third finger before I'm ready, but I don't say nothin'. As long as he don't make me bleed, I'm cool.
A long, steady push and he's buried deep. Panting in my ear and cursing as his body trembles with the urge to cum.
I just hold still and wait for him to get a grip. Didn't know my ass was that good to make a man cum seconds after he gets inside me.
When he finally begins to move, I relax and let myself enjoy it. Just cause I'm acting a whore doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. Right?
He's got the rhythm now. Long and deep. Nice Jimmy. Real nice.
Jimmy's chest is flush against my back as he leans over me to whisper.
"Level 9. Bay 3," he says with a grunt and begins to sweat, "Fuck. Launch sequence," each number is accented with a trust of his hips, "52836-4. Transport is Warden Frankson's person ship. Fuck, Riddick," he curses and stops to pant for minute.
A deep breath from me as I commit the numbers to memory.
He takes a shuddering breath and begins again. He moves, adjusts his hips and slips deeper drawing a deep moan from me. He's makin' sure I enjoy it too. Thank Jimmy. You're alright for a slam guard.
He curses again and I clench my hands into tight fists against the wall. Two more trusts and we both cum with a long, throaty groan.
Jimmy pulls back and quickly dresses. I go at a more leisurely pace. Why not? What the fuck do I got to hurry for?
Once I got my pants on, he steps closer and slides a blade in a hidden pocket at my side. How'd he know it was there? Perhaps Jimmy is more observant that most give him credit for. Not many people would've found that pocket.
I nod my thanks before I speak, "Gonna have to cut you. Make it look real. Try to keep you out of slam."
"Thanks. I don't want to be here any more than you do."
"I'll hurt like hell and bleed like a bitch but it won't kill ya." I tell him. It's the only promise I can make him.
"I'll decode my gauge so anyone can use it."
"Thanks, Jimmy. I owe you."
Jimmy snorts. "Yeah well. Just don't get killed and don't rat me out."
"I don't rat on no one."
"I know."
I clench my jaw and ask the question that's been haunting me. "Why?"
He grins before he shuts my door for the last time. Then I saw it and felt like I've been punched in the gut.
A glowing handprint.
"For Furya." Jimmy growls defiantly before he shuts the door and the darkness welcomes me.
DAY THIRTY
For Furya! Fuck that! I'm out of here and I'm not buyin' into all this shit. It's just dreams. Delusions. Been stuck in this hole too long. That's all.
Jimmy's gonna be comin' for me any minute and I need to be ready. No time to fuck around. Gotta stay sharp.
I glance over at the small personal pad they gave me for this little experiment and grin. Gonna slip that in Jimmy's pocket when the time comes. So he'll know how fucked up I really am.
Furya my ass.
I'm not about to avenge Furya. What do I give a shit about people that died a long time ago? They don't came 'bout me. No one ever cared about me.
Jack does.
Jack who? Don't know no fuckin' Jack.
You will.
Fuck you. Damn inner voices. Scary shit, fightin' with yourself. Ain't healthy.
I can hear the boot steps now as they rally the troops. Time to play. Sounds like three of them. Jimmy's in the lead. You ready Jimmy?
Door slides open.
Time to play.
"Arms out, Riddick." Jimmy ordered and when he cuffs my wrists, he leaves plenty of room to move. Nice. I can easily slip outta 'hem
A little nudge to my shoulder has me walkin', pretendin' that I'm bein' a good boy. Only Jimmy knows better.
Thick steel doors open in protest and a suppress my smile. The elevator closes and begins it's slow climb up from deep in the ground where the hole is.
Silently, I slip my right cuff, reach down and grab the shiv that Jimmy gave me. The guard on my right is dead before he can make a noise. Before the other one sees me move.
Then, he's dead too.
All's left is me and Jimmy. Figure there's a camera so I spin and catch him across the chest, slicin' deep but not through to the guts. Shoulder to hip. Jimmy screams and drops. Grab the gauge, slip him my pad and wait.
A jerk and a ping. Doors slide open on level 5. Not where I need to be. Someone's asleep at the switch and no one knows I'm loose. I'm sure I held help there too.
I look down at Jimmy and he's eyes are clenched in pain as blood pours out of him. I feel bad for cuttin' him, briefly, then I'm back to business.
"Get off on 8," Jimmy whispers. "Through the vent system. They'll never think of there. Stupid fucks." Jimmy hisses in pain and looks at me one last time. "It was interesting knowin' you, Riddick. Keep your head down."
Another jerk and a ping and the doors open and I'm off. A guard spots me but he's dead before he can use his radio or shout. They'll realize something's up soon. Slam runs on a tight schedule and I'm due in gen pop in five minutes.
By that time, I'll have the ship powered up and there will be no way to stop me. If my luck holds.
The alarm tells me that it didn't hold. Typical. Jimmy did all he could. Guess someone found all the blood or needed to use the lift.
Oh well, keeps it more interesting. Time to kill some more fucks. Got the rap, might as well use it, right?
I drop down and snap a mans neck. The sound is loud enough to alert the other guard who precedes to piss his pants when he realize it's me.
With a sneer of disgust, I stalk him. Just before I reach him, he shits himself. Honestly, where do they find these losers? Scared of little 'ol me?
Please. I ain't that bad. ...
They cut the lights.
YES!
Fuck yeah. Now the real fun begins.
I hear boots poundin' on the ground. They're runnin' toward me. 'Bout time I get someone with some balls. Don't matter if they got shit for brains as long as they put up a good fight. Need to brush up on my skills after bein' locked up for 30 days.
They got night vision goggles and I can't help but chuckle as I pull off my own goggles.
"You're not afraid of the dark are you?" I ask 'em before all hell breaks loose.
Surprise, fuckers. Didn't know 'bout my new peepers did ya?
The fight's over before it really began and I'm glad. As much as I'm itchin' to kill, I need to get the fuck out of dodge before they figure out my plan.
I run and find the steps tucked away for easy access. No one knows 'bout them. Not even most of guards. They're for the warden to evac quick.
Never should'da given me the blueprints. Wonder if they'll ever realize the sheer stupidity of their actions?
Cargo bay doors open and I grin. Only three ships in the hanger. A little merc star hopper, a prison transport and the wardens.
Everyone lives close and commute with a tram. Figured there would be less of a chance of escape that way. Most fucks in slam are too stupid to fly. Not me. Learned young.
Why you think I joined the military? For the uniforms? Though, I must say, I looked good in them. Got me plenty of ass with 'em.
I let out a bark of laughter when the hatch hisses open with a touch of a button. Guess Frankson never figured his ship would get jacked.
They just make it too easy.
Power up and strap in. Launch sequence entered and the cargo doors open once again.
Piles of men filter in, including the warden. I just wave and grin.
Dockin' bay doors open and I lift off.
I can see the merc run for his ship. Warden's yellin' at him. Again I laugh. Well if it ain't my ol pal Johns.
Perfect timin' Johns.
Want to play chase?
The winner gets to fuck the loser.
Richard Benjamin Riddick always wins.